My Darkness (Poem)

I run my fingers

Through my hair

It’s tangled and matted

Yet I can’t seem to care

My clothes are covered

With dirt and mud

And a substance so red

I know it is blood

I can’t seem to place

The last half hour

Or make any sense

Of the trampled flowers

Looking down

I spot a knife

Laying by my feet

Catching the light

Kneeling slowly

Upon the dirt

I lick my lips

Taking a closer look

The blade is tinged

A shiny red

Chills run through me

As I shake my head

A sudden image

Catches my eye

I gasp aloud

Spotting where you lie

Your form - so still

Upon the ground

Your eyes - closed tight

Like you’re sleeping sound

The ground is soaked

Beneath your head

I spot several holes

From which you bled

This cannot be

It makes no sense

Yet this feeling of despair

Is not what makes me tense

Glancing at the blood

That’s all around

At what’s upon my self

And on the ground

There can only be

One true conclusion

Unlike the images in my mind

This is no illusion

For the darkness in me

That I’ve tried to hide

The other me

That resides inside

Has finally made

It’s presence known

Pushed me aside

Acted on it’s own

I wish I could remember

How you got to where you lie

Seen your last breath escape your lips

Been able to say goodbye

But the other me

Has buried it deep

Leaving nothing for me

Just a darkness, causing me to weep

I tear slides down my face

I whisper “I didn’t know!”

As deep within my troubled mind

I feel the other me’s smile grow

© Copyright E.F. Rose 11.12.13